I stare at those pink gems that stare back at me with the same flabbergasted look. The spell actually opened a portal in a solid mirror. The diary was right. That means whatever grandma wrote were nothing but truth.
The boy, or rather a man in his mid 20's, looks at his right. Then back at me. One the other hand, I am debating whether to go in or stay out. Best would be to close the portal or connection. How do I even undo the spell? Is this even the right word? The mixture that I used disappeared from the screen. Should I move the flowers?
I am deep inside my own world, deciding my right course of action. When I look back, there is another person who joined the pinky. Their mouth are moving continuously but their eyes remain glued to me. I guess the sound doesn't travel because I cannot hear a word they say.
The newcomer walks closer to the mirror. Pinky is still by the desk, adjusting his collar and observing the other with keen eye. His hand cuts through the mirror and stop before me. He says something I cannot hear. But I can guess that he is telling me to hold it.
I know I shouldn't trust my guess. Yet I slowly take his deadly pale hand. A strong pull and I watch amazed being transmitted to the other side of the mirror. This time, successfully.
I look down at myself. Legs check, hands check, body check, head check. I am perfectly in one piece.
"*State your name and destination*" The pale man says. I gasp. I know this language. It is Roran!
I better reply because the pinky behind doesn't look very pleased, "*I am Juniper. As for destination... I don't have one?*" I ask unsure.
"*So barging into other's house is your hobby?*" The pinky shouts, his wild brown hair flying as it they were defying the gravity and the air turns the way it did before throwing me away, "*Why didn't the barrier detect this? I thought connection magic requires a receiver.*" he shouts at the pale one. Gosh, what temper. What does he think he is? some sort of prince?
I look at the pale man. He certainly has some... pointy ears.
"*It should be able to detect so. Has it weakened?*"
The man has more soft features and looking at him is really refreshing.
"*Go check. And put her in the cell. I don't care if I die but I definitely don't want to die in the hand of someone I despise.*" Pinky spits. No wonder someone wants to kill him.
"*Yes, sir*" he turns to me and I see him take my hands. What is he doing? I see him pull a pair of thin bangles and slip them on my wrists. The moment he does so, the bangles tightens themselves around my wrists and I suddenly feel exhausted.
"What the-?" I thought they were some innocent bangles. I try to take them off but they just merged into my skin.
The pale man looks at me with worried eyes, "*Do you really think she came to kill you, my lord? She looks dumb to me.*"
Pinky sighs, "*I am thinking the same thing too. She is pretty docile for a criminal.*"
I cannot take it anymore, "*Excuse me! I think you are misunderstanding something here. I didn't came here to kill you. I don't even know who you are!*"
"What?" Both asks in unison.
I nod, tiredness washing over me as I try to defend myself from getting killed, "I..." I close my eyes and forcefully open them, "Grandma... I just followed what... she wrote..." I doze off. I cannot operate my body, I cannot move a single muscle, let alone my voice.
But I can think. I can hear. I hear The two of them discussing something that sounds rather unclear to me. If only I fell a little nearer. They are definitely the bangles. How did it even do it?
"*She doesn't even know me! Where was she living all this time? The underwater? Heck even the mers know this damned family. She should be punished for not knowing of the Luveille family.*" It is definitely the pinky. So his last name is Luveille. I wonder what his first name is.
"*Sire, I think you should think a little... calmly," That man certainly from some higher status. Look at the other talking with respect dripping tone.
From my coma state, I hear the sound of the doors opening, "*Hey, I heard you bombed the meeti-*" the girl's voice drops and the room becomes pin drop silent.
I can just assume that she notice a dead body of a foreign girl lying on the floor.
"*Miss Luveille this is not what it looks like*"
"*Sister, this is not what it looks like*"
Both the boys say, again in perfect unison.
So she did notice me. I even forgot how I was lying. I hope it is in a decent posture. Who am I kidding? I am in a coma here!
"*Then? What is it? Because it definitely looks like you kidnapped some girl because she refused your proposal.*" she says.
"*Aaaand this is exactly what it isn't. She herself barged into 'this' room, without any authorisation or appointment and straight through that mirror.*" her brother says with anger. It is not my fault. I just followed the instructions. If I knew something like this were to happen then I definitely would have picked a different flower. Such a rotten luck on first try.
I helplessly hear them talk. If I fall asleep, will I die? Then I must remain awake.
When the body is shut down, the brain also takes a break. I think of something, the novel I was working on, the unfinished episode of the drama.
Nothing works.
I wonder if I am going to die like this, leaving everything half-finished.
Even my thoughts remain halfway through when I slip into a dark slumber.